<TITLE>08. Par 24-26</TITLE>L-24 And, as I was standing there, and the rain was over, and the storm was gone, I turned around; way back there I heard a great big bull elk begin to bugle. I heard another one answer over one side; the storm had scattered the herd. Now, that might not mean much to the city man, but to me, to hear those large princely beasts bugle, it sends a thrill through you that you have to know it. You have to be--to be born to love it.
Then way back over on the side of the hill, an old gray wolf set down and hollered. And the mate answered at the bottom. The deep was calling to the deep of my poor Irish heart. I thought, "O God, why do I ever have to leave here? Here's where I was born for. Why do I have to go down and toil among the sick and the people? Let me live here where I'm free. I was born for this country."
But as Peter said one time, "It's good to be here. Let's build three tabernacles."
But at the bottom of the hill there was sickness to be taken care of in that day. So is there today.
While listening to that, I looked around, and I looked, and noticed in this rainbow, see that all-seeing eye, like Jehovah, looking through this crevice. This rainbow was a covenant.
I tell you, friends, so many people say, "Brother Branham, I wished I could see God." That's all I've seen for about thirty years, has been Him. You just look around. How could that flower put forth its color? Where did it come from? See? God is everywhere. Get Him on the inside; you can see Him on the out. He will declare Hisself.

L-25 An old fisherman said one time to me up on the Ohio River where I live. He was coming down the river. He said, a little boy was with him. And the little lad was curious. He'd went to church, and he said to his mother, "Mother, if God is so great, could I see Him?"
She said, "Ask the pastor."
The pastor said, "No, son. No one could see God and live."
And he went and ask his Sunday school teacher; she said, "You ask the pastor."
Said, "I've ask him."
He said, "Well, why is He, mother," said, "if He's so great that someone can't see Him?"

L-26 So one day being up at the river, way up around the Six Mile Island, above Jeffersonville, the old bearded fisherman (gone on to glory, a personal friend of mine.), he had the little lad with him. And coming down the river, there come a rain, and washed all the leaves off, dry summer. And when he did, a rainbow come across the western sky, or the eastern skies, rather, as the sun was going in the west. And the old fisherman was boating along, with the tip of the oars, only an oarmen, or a seamen can appreciate that rhythm of the row of the boat.
And his wife had been gone on to glory, long ago, and he kept watching around over his shoulder to that rainbow. After while the little lad setting in the stern of the boat, looked at him, and seen tears running over his very frosted beard, and his white hair hanging under his hat.
It aroused the little lad, so he run up to the stern, towards the middle of the boat, and fell down at the old man's feet. He said, "Sir, I'm going to ask you something that my pastor can't answer, my Sunday school teacher, neither my mother." He said, "I have a strange feeling just now, and I'm sure you do to." He said, "Can anyone see God?"
The old fisherman pulled the oars in his lap, threw his face in his hands, and the tears running down his cheeks, put his arm around the little lad, and said, "Son, all I've seen for fifty years has been God." See? There's so much God in the old man's heart, He could see God. You can see Him if you look.


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